The only light for miles and miles shined artificially

Ursus sees the embarrassment flare across her cheeks. Her shy tones and meek nature really making her akin to that of a chipmunk. A hearty chuckle rumbles in his chest as he gives her an assuring nod. ”As easy as I can,” there’s still a taunting edge, but it softens. Unlike his appearance, the bear-wolf does have a weakness for pretty females - even if they are dangerous.

Spreading his paws slightly to help center his balance as the girl rushes forward, Ursus tracks her movements with his keen eyesight. She’s fast, he’ll give her that. When she rushes under him, striking his back leg, he hisses from the sharp pang radiating around where she pulls and tugs on his leg. It still isn’t enough to knock him off balance though.

Grounding his claws into the dirt to further cement his stance, he curls in on himself and aims to latch onto her scruff. Would she be fast enough to miss his strike?